Holy crap, this site still exists and I haven't updated anything in literal years. I am so sorry, if anyone still reads/hopes to read anything I've written. I'm trying to do this whole "being an adult in the real world" thing currently, but I'm hoping I can maybe learn how to write on a steady, regular basis again. Obviously, I make no guarantees, but nothing is an impossibility.

6/16/2012

In case anyone was wondering, I am still alive, and I am more or less still writing. I've gone through about a year to two year slump, but I may be getting back into the swing of things. If so, I will hopefully be posting new stories for your eyes quite soon, stories I've been writing on and off for the past few years. I'm currently rewriting and restructuring my favorite story, so maybe you'll finally get to see it. I haven't give up on this whole writing thing yet.

And if you're interested in me on a more personal level or just concerned with my dead or alive status, you can find me at twitter.com/stokedisrad.

Rian and I haven't had a conversation in over five years. The last time we'd spoken we'd both been fourteen, living in a world void of loss, pain, and devastation – a lie. We'd been clueless, naïve, innocent… We'd been kids. Five years sees us grow into two scared and broken strangers.